txolops Chapter 62 The Angry Long-Legged Maid
Chapter 62 The Angry Long-Legged Maid
The setting sun casts a golden glow, and the evening sky, like rouge, is splashed across the green tiles and white walls.
With his hands behind his back, Han Xiaoli swaggered into the courtyard, a satisfied and lazy smile playing on his lips. His three days at Miaoyin Pavilion had been very fruitful. He had not only seen many exciting programs, but also fully charged his Heart Refining Array and even casually negotiated a spiritual medicine deal that would shake the market.
His robes were slightly wrinkled, his cuffs were stained with the scent of perfume, and his hairband was a little loose. He exuded an air of leisure, as if he had just returned from a life of pleasure.
But as soon as he stepped into the courtyard, his smile froze.
Longkui sat alone on the stone steps, her arms wrapped around her knees, her chin resting on them, a corner of her white and green silk dress being gently lifted by the evening breeze.
Her eyes were vacant as she stared at the drooping mantis shrimp in the lotus pond. Her brows were slightly furrowed, her lips were tightly pursed, and even her dazed expression carried a sense of aggrieved anger—as if the whole world owed her an explanation.
Han Xiaoliu raised an eyebrow, thinking: What's wrong with this girl now? Who upset her? Could it be that the shrimp soldiers have rebelled?
He cleared his throat, deliberately drawing out the sound, and said with a smile, "Longkui—Young Master is back!"
Before she could finish speaking, Longkui trembled violently, as if she had been startled awake from a dream.
She suddenly looked up, her eyes lighting up instantly with surprise like spring water gushing forth—but that light only flashed for a moment before being quickly replaced by suppressed anger.
With puffed-out cheeks, reddened eyes, and a slightly twitching nose, he looked just like a kitten whose dried fish had been stolen.
"Hmph!" She stomped her foot heavily, her ankles, encased in white stockings, taut and straight. She turned and rushed into the house, her skirt fluttering like butterfly wings, yet carrying a fierce temper.
"Huh?!" Han Xiaoliu stood there stunned, blinking, looking completely bewildered. "This... just leaving like that? I didn't even say a complete sentence!"
He scratched his head and muttered, "Could it be... that my period has started? Why is she so irritable?"
Just as she was talking to herself, a small figure darted out from behind the artificial hill—Lu Xueqi, with her hair in two buns, clutching half a piece of osmanthus cake in her hand, her eyes shining like stars, her voice quick and crisp:
"Young Master! You're finally back!" She stood on tiptoe, lowering her voice, adopting a "I've come to rescue you" stance. "Sister Longkui has been waiting for you for three whole days! She hasn't been able to eat or drink, and she almost tore the lotus pond apart! This morning, Auntie even said—" She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, a sly glint in her eyes, "that you went to Miaoyin Pavilion to find women! And that Young Master only likes women with voluptuous breasts!"
Han Xiaoliu's pupils dilated in shock, his mouth gaped open, and the smile on his face froze completely.
"Jade Lady?!" he blurted out, then sighed, rubbing his forehead. "She's got a story to tell, doesn't she? Even a stroll through an attic can turn into a TV drama?"
He recalled Fan Jingmei's fawning smile as she saw him off, as if saying "God of Wealth, take care," and compared it to Long Kui's expression just now, as if saying "Get lost, you heartless man," and he was immediately at a loss for words.
"Sigh..." He sighed deeply, his shoulders slumped, and he shook his head helplessly. "Looks like I'll have to go and appease that little devil."
He started walking towards Longkui's room, but then stopped and turned back to ask Xueqi, "Did she... cry?"
Xueqi nodded and said seriously, "She cried so hard on the third day. She hid by the lotus pond and secretly wiped away her tears, and wouldn't let me see."
Han Xiaoliu's eyes softened, and the cynicism on his lips finally faded, replaced by a rare tenderness.
He straightened his clothes, subtly concealing the scent of perfume from his cuffs, and said softly:
"Alright, go to the kitchen and get some of her favorite candied plums. Just say... the young master has come to apologize."
After a cup of tea
"Young master, is this nice?"
Longkui's eyes sparkled, her lips curved slightly, and she suddenly lifted her skirt, extending one of her long, slender legs in front of Han Xiaoliu without reservation.
Her legs were like freshly peeled bamboo shoots, so white they were almost translucent, and her skin was as delicate as solidified cream, gleaming with a soft luster in the afterglow of the setting sun.
A black thread, like a thin veil woven from the night, clung tightly to her, outlining from her ankle all the way to her knee, stretching out an alluring curve—the extreme contrast between white and black, the subtle interweaving of innocence and seduction, instantly imbued this small courtyard with a touch of enchantment.
"Beautiful!" Han Xiaoliu blurted out, and as if possessed, he reached out and grasped her ankle, his palm slowly sliding up her calf, the touch as soft as silk.
But the next moment, he hoisted the person onto his shoulder—his movements were rough yet meticulous, carrying the recklessness unique to young people.
Longkui's heart leaped with joy, her cheeks flushed, and her voice was soft and trembling: "Then... I'll stay the night, and let the young master touch me more, okay?"
Before the words were even finished, Han Xiaoliu was struck dumb, instantly snapping back to reality! He loosened his grip, gently pushing her three steps away, and said sternly, "What are you thinking? I'm still a child! How could you think of such things!"
Longkui stumbled and steadied herself, but she was unwilling to give up. She turned around and pounced back, wrapping her arms tightly around his and hanging on him. Her still-developing breasts rubbed against his arm, and she said in a spoiled, tearful voice, "Ordinary families can have babies now!"
Han Xiaoliu gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and fixed his gaze on the roof tiles, saying each word with righteous indignation: "No! Absolutely not!"
Seeing that her gentle approach wasn't working, Longkui pouted, her eyes instantly welling up with tears, and she burst into tears of grievance: "Waaah... I just like big boobs! I don't like big girls! Waaah—T﹏T"
She stomped her foot and turned around, her tears flying in a bright arc, looking like an abandoned kitten, both fierce and pitiful.
Han Xiaoliu was hit where it hurt by Long Kui's words, "I just like big breasts." His ears turned red instantly, and his eyes darted nervously towards the banana leaves in the corner of the yard. He coughed dryly and waved his hand, trying to appear calm: "What nonsense! Who, who likes big breasts? I... I'm appreciating art! Don't you understand?"
But the more he tried to explain, the worse it got.
Longkui had only been sobbing, but when she heard that he hadn't denied it, but instead indirectly admitted it, she immediately looked down at her chest—those two small mounds of flesh that couldn't even fill out her clothes—and a wave of grievance washed over her. She bit her lower lip, her eyes quickly reddening, tears clinging to her eyelashes, and murmured in a trembling voice, "You two...you're so useless..."
"Wow--!"
She suddenly burst into a heart-wrenching wail, covered her face with her hands, squatted on the ground, her shoulders heaving, crying as if the sky were about to collapse.
Han Xiaoliu was in a real bind, frantically wringing his hands, his heart pounding: Oh no, oh no, this girl is really heartbroken!
In a moment of desperation, he had a sudden inspiration. He quickly squatted down and changed the subject rapidly: "Don't cry, don't cry! Haven't you always wanted to have bigger breasts? Doesn't Lady Yu have a secret recipe for breast enhancement? It's said to be able to nourish the skin, maintain youthful appearance, and plump up the muscles and bones... Go ask her for it!"
He paused, and seeing Longkui sobbing as she looked up at him with teary eyes, he forced himself to add, his voice soft and gentle: "When you grow up... when you've blossomed... I'll love you the most."
"Really?" Longkui's tears were still clinging to her eyelashes, but she had already stopped crying, and her eyes shone like stars.
She suddenly remembered that once when Lady Yu had talked to her about the young master, she had confidently said, "The young master likes big ones..."
In that instant, her eyes, still wet with tears, were ignited with a fierce fighting spirit!
"I want to grow bigger! I want to become the way the young master likes!"
She jumped up, her skirt billowing, wiped away her tears, and turned to run wildly toward the secret room in the backyard—her steps were firm, her back view screaming "Little White Rabbit Growth Plan, Start Now!"
Han Xiaoliu watched her departing figure, breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, muttering to himself, "...It would be best if she could bring the pill formula?"
The night was as dark as ink, and moonlight streamed through the window, casting dappled silver shadows on the blue brick floor.
Just after midnight, a slender figure slipped into Han Xiaoliu's bedroom like a cat, skimming along the wall—Long Kui was barefoot, wearing only a thin, white nightgown, her hair loose, with a few strands of black hair clinging to her sweaty neck.
She held her breath and tiptoed to the bedside, her heart pounding like a drum.
Han Xiaoliu was actually awake all along; he was just pretending to be asleep to avoid some peace and quiet.
But when that familiar scent, carrying the aroma of milk and the sweetness of plum candy, approached, he couldn't help but squint one eye open.
Longkui knelt on the edge of the bed, her cheeks flushed like a drunken sunset, her eyes watery, looking at him shyly and timidly, her voice soft and low, as if afraid of shattering a dream: "Young...Young Master, Auntie said...if you massage it more...it will...it will get bigger..."
As she spoke, she nervously twisted her fingers, her fingertips trembling slightly, yet she still mustered the courage to lean forward half an inch, her chest almost touching the corner of his blanket.
Han Xiaoliu's heart skipped a beat, and his Adam's apple bobbed. The girl in front of him had eyes full of autumn water and lips slightly parted, clearly showing a mixture of naivety and desperate seriousness.
He was silent for a moment, then, as if possessed, tentatively asked, "...Then...would you like me to give you a massage?"
As soon as he said it, he wanted to bite his tongue.
Sure enough, Longkui's eyes lit up instantly, as if she had grasped a lifeline. She nodded frantically like a chick pecking at rice, her voice crisp and urgent: "Okay, okay! Press it now!"
"What a load of rubbish!"
Han Xiaoliu sat up abruptly, threw off the blanket, and his face suddenly became serious.
He took a deep breath, his eyes clear as a still pool, and his tone resolute: "I'm a traditional man! I'm loyal to my marriage and respectful to women! If I really lay a hand on someone!"
Without a word, he yanked her off the bed, his movements swift yet gentle, and pushed her directly to the door.
Longkui staggered a few steps, her eyes reddening again. She clung to the doorframe, refusing to leave, and pleaded in a tearful voice, "But...but I just wanted the young master to like me..."
"Liking someone isn't about this!" Han Xiaoliu turned his back, not daring to look at her. "Go back to sleep! If you keep fooling around, I'll punish you by making you go into seclusion for five years tomorrow!"
"Waaah...you're being mean to me!" Longkui stomped her feet, tears streaming down her face, but no matter how much she pounded on the door or sobbed, there was no response from inside.
Under the moonlight, she stood alone at the door, her shoulders swaying. In the end, she could only hug herself tightly and disappear into the end of the corridor, looking back every few steps.
Inside the room, Han Xiaoliu slowly lay back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and let out a long sigh—
"This batch of maids is too difficult to manage... They keep putting up these stimulating activities that corrupt them, who can stand it!"